apple_pathways | Gratuitous garden porn, and musings on an alternate career path. (Reply)

Last night I had a dream that I got a job in a whorehouse. I've been stressing out lately about not having a full-time job, and how I'm going to be able to afford to go back to school, and blah blah blah, and what does my subconscious give me? "Hey, you could always be a whore!" Thanks, brain: that was extremely helpful.

In complete fairness, though, I was not one of the whores. I had been hired to...do the whores' hair. (How I would have gotten that job, I have no idea: have you ever seen our hair, Brain?) My friend Fai (whose graduation BBQ I MUST PLAN) was also employed there. I showed up for my 'shift' to find her getting ready: "So, turns out I'm going to be a whore" she said.

"What?!" was my answer.

"Yeah, she (the Madame, supposedly) didn't say on the phone, but it's OK: I did put it down on my application."

This conversation took place in some sort of communal bathroom. There were several women and one stray dude in a big bathtub. Always one to go with the flow, I stripped down, and got to bathing with several of my new co-workers. After getting dressed, I walked out into the house. There were men just hanging about, lounging on couches and at tables, and there were women walking around and making small talk with them. Occasionally, a couple would move upstairs.

I smiled and waved at a few guys, but spent most of my time chatting with my fellow employees. This is generally what I do at parties: it doesn't even occur to me that I should flirt with men. I just spend my time making friends with the other women.

Finally the Boss Lady showed up. She seemed nice, but after chatting for a bit, she asked me, "So, where are all the dudes?"

"Umm, what do you mean?"

"You're not talking to the men!"

"I thought I was here to do hair. When do I do that?"

"Well, we don't really need you to do any hair right now..."

So, she expected me to cuddle up to the dudes anyway. TYPICAL BAIT AND SWITCH 'OOPS NOW I'M A WHORE!' SEX INDUSTRY PRACTICES!

Ahem. I don't remember how the dream ended, but: subconscious? We need to have a little talk...

My mother and I are now swinging into full-scale GARDENING MODE, and this was our kickoff weekend. We went to Block's (a nursery with the best prices and selection on flats of annuals) and Detroit's Eastern Market to buy flowers, veggies, and herbs. Also, my perennial herb garden that I planted last summer is coming back, and looking gorgeous! (Minus a few comrades who didn't survive the winter. R.I.P. golden oregano, variegated sage, lemongrass, lemon verbena, and two lavendars.)

Here are some photos of what we've got going on. I whittled it down to the best pics, and spared you about a dozen views of my teeny tiny herb garden!

I bought strawberries to plant in the strawberry pot I got for my birthday! As you can see from the first pic, some of the plants already have berries on them. EXCITING!